Steven Kang - Ms. Hill lyrics

[Hook] Another night, slips away In other words, I should say There are no words, you should say There are no words Another night, slips away In other words, I should say There are no words, you should say There are no words Ms. Hill, you got sk**s, that's a gift, it's real Get ill, what you spit got the power to uplift the heel [Verse 1: Talib Kweli] I wish I could talk to Lauryn I mean excuse me, Ms. Hill And let her know how much we love her is real The industry was beating her up Then those demons started eating her up She need a savior that'll bleed in a cup, yup We used to kick it in the salad days When she look at me like she ain't know me when she see me nowadays I nod, she nod back, that's how it stay Her songs still better than anything out than "Hot" or "Power" play Remember how they accused her of saying, he did her album without help Then she went to Rome to sing and tell the Pope about herself Just after she left the Fugees, started rolling with the Marleys Got back with her crew at Dave Chapelle's Block Party She made songs about Zion and trying to be faithful Took Black Star on tour in Europe, I was so grateful Speaking for myself but I'm sure I could speak for Dante I got to watch a show with Nina Simone and Harry Belafonte We used to chill at Nkiru, her moms was a customer She used to love to buy the books by Octavia Butler Parable of the Sower, the main character's name was Lauren What the album did for black girls' self-esteem was so important I got concerned when she got sick on the road She ain't healthy,, I'm a brother And I wish that I could pick up the load, but no [Hook] [Verse 2: Talib Kweli] Got your a**istant on the the phone, "I need to talk to Lauryn" And I wanna walk through the storm, and I could be the umbrella when the rain is pouring Please, this no disrespect to whoever your man is, though This relationship is strictly music like D'Angelo I know you hate Babylon, and wanna see it fall But they won't let you read your poem at the BET awards You give us hope, you give us faith, you the one They don't like what you got to say But still they beg you to come, whoa Now that's powerful sis, it's black power We get money, keep our eyes on the final hour And no I ain't saying you Christ, that would be sacrilegious right? But you can blow and you nice, sisters them raps is vicious The raps the sisters recite with their black fist up The devil's last wish is a queen that rise past b**hes We used to read Francis Crest or anything By Third World Press impressed But what the power of the word suggest Hatched ideas in our heads like birds in the nest You gave birth to a new sound like Donda West, yes Should I be saying all of this while the mic is on? I might as well let it out because one day I might be gone I write this song and hope you feel how much we love you And you play it, cause I really ain't got the words to say it But yo [Hook]